🤱YOU NEED TO CALL YOUR MOM🤱 Poor sidelined-emo kid, Crying over loner-stoner shit, If ya didn't whine so loud, Maybe someone would listen? Oh-oh-no, ain't got any friends, Ya dog ran away, couldn't take all yer complainin'! Say, are you the patron saint, Of self depri-cay-tion! Oh–oh–no, we can't take this, Yer bitchin' out the zen kid, Maybe could you go away? Until the day you learn, So-cial-i-zation! Why is every bruise a funeral? You bump your head, And then, Force everyone to listen... To your 60 minute memorial! (We would laugh, but you're serious...) Yeah, you need to call your Mom! Damn, got bit by one of the big dogs! Man, it's okay, I know this sucks, You tried to play games, Got your ass fucked up! Yeah, I think you need to call your Mom! Till she comes, stay on the porch, Till she picks you uu-uup! Ya shouldn't a played with the big dogs! Hey my never ending-exploding bud! We all get it, You don't give a fuck, Don't give two shits, yeah! Oh-oh-don'cha know? It's not really that fun, Chillin' with a secret psycho, A look on your face that could kill everyone, (Maybe, take a Valium?...) You ain't got friends, And you rage non-stop, Every party that you made, Always end up on "Cops" (You really need to stop.) You're just too rude, Why'ya punch a dude? Did he scuff your shoe? That's enough for you? I see a scuff from the pavement- Wanna fuck the street up too? "Seriously, take a fucking Valium!" Yeah, you need to call your Mom! Damn, got bit by one of the big dogs! Man, it's okay, I know this sucks, You tried to play games, Got your ass fucked up! Yeah, I think you need to call your Mom! Till she comes, stay on the porch, Till she picks you uu-uup! Ya shouldn't a played with the big dogs! Did ya call yer Mom yet? Guess the punk was you, bet! Ya burned out like a cigarette... Once you grow up, You can play with us. But-... until then- Mama! - your Mama! Better call out to your Mama! Mama! - hey-ho, Mama! Oh no Mama! Better start crying out to Mama! Hey kid! Did you call your Mom? Tough shit, Got your ass bit, Chunk ripped out by a big dog! Bitchin' is lame, Own your own game, You tried to play, But your ass got fucked sideways! Yeah, here comes your Mom! Go climb into her front, Cry and whine 'bout what went wrong! Man, go tell your Mom! She can take your mental condition, Shit ain't our problem! (WOOF!)
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